“You really believe we don’t repeat the sins of our fathers?” I asked. “Like some mad puppeteer in the sky is yanking us to go a certain way?”
“Nah,” he answered. “Right now, it’s just you, me, the open road. You’re the one steering the wheel.”
“That’s simplistic,” I said. “It’s more complicated than that.”
“You gotta throw it all out the window,” he said.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Sure it is. You just don’t know it yet. Keep driving.”
I noticed police lights flashing in my rearview mirror, heard the sirens.
Shit.
I looked right.
The passenger seat was empty.
Eerily beautiful. Well done!